A Loving Tribute

She was aunt, mother, sister and friend. Winifred Reinhart Luttrell was born May 11th, 1918 to Sherman and Celia Reinhart at Brumley, Missouri.  She married Ernest Luttrell on December 23rd, 1937.  They were married for 29 years when Ernest died on September 26, 1966. They never had any children of their own, but raised their nephew Steven Davenport from a very young age. He was very loved and special to Winifred and Ernest.

Winifred had a special relationship with all children. She herself had the heart of a child.  She was always willing to play and pretend with us. She rarely denied us our own way, and we all knew that we could get away with almost anything when we were with her.  Those of us that are now grown, still remember her sweet disposition and lenient ways.  She loved all of us, and continued to be concerned for us even after we had grown up and gone on to have families of our own.

Winifred never had any children of her own, but shared her love with the children around her.  She took care of several children over the years--and loved every one--whether they were family members, or the many children that she babysat.  We were all very special to her.

As a sister, she was faithful and devoted, and her siblings meant the world to her. She wanted as much contact with her family as possible.  One of the things she loved best was being with her family for get-togethers.  She was generous by nature, and always wanted to do what she could.  She always made the effort to contribute to family dinners, even when she had very little money, or was not in good enough health to do very much. She was very much loved by her family and friends, and she always gave as good, and often better, than she got. 

She will be sorely missed by all of us.  We will keep her memory alive, and will speak of her often.  We will all keep part of her in our hearts, and we will strive to keep her memory alive on for generations to come.  She was a special lady, and had an influence in all of our lives.  We will always be lonesome for her company, but we can take comfort in the fact that she is at rest now.  She would want us to go on with our lives, and she would tell us, "You had better be careful." 

I will miss you aunt Winifred, and I will remember to be careful.

Love always,

           Helen